The Bridge – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week’s
excellent photo by John Robinson reminds me of a long ago incident on a bridge on Glasgow’s Great Western Road over the River Kelvin.
And due to a lack of time, I am badly over the word count this week.
My apologies.

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© John Robinson

Click here to hear the story read aloud by the author, in an increasingly Scottish accent!:
The Bridge

Nice suit, I say.
The guy with the nice suit stops.
He doesn’t have much choice, Wee Tam is right in front of him.
Thanks, he says, trying to manoeuvre his way around Wee Tam.
This is harder than it sounds, because Wee Tam is not called Wee Tam because he is in any way diminutive.
No, he is called Wee Tam because his dad was Big Tam.
Wee Tam is a few inches taller than my six feet, and built along the lines of a bomb shelter.
You a lawyer, I say to the guy.
Um, no, accountant, he says, looking longingly over my shoulder, perhaps towards the now impossibly distant wine bar.
Even better, I say.
Why, asks the guy, with perhaps understandable suspicion.
Numbers, I say, how far down is the river, d’you reckon?
Taking a step further away from the parapet, he peers out.
Maybe fifty feet, he stammers.
So if I drop something off, how long till it hits the water, I ask, pleasantly.
He gulps, tries again to escape, but Wee Tam is tight on him.
Couple of seconds, he squeaks.
Got your stop watch, Tam, I ask.
Aye, says Wee Tam.
Is that your briefcase, I ask the guy.
Take it, he yelps, thrusting it at me and taking off at a run.
I shrug, look at Wee Tam.
I only wanted to borrow a pencil, I say.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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34 Responses to The Bridge – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. I had big, silent, guffaws at that one. That twist at the end shows why you are the master of twists. Excellent mon ami.

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  2. I must admit to expecting the man to go over, but you’ve surprised me again.

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  3. mandibelle16 says:

    Sounds like they are both imposing figures and the lawyer had the right idea running!

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  4. Thanks for the link back to my blog. I really liked the surprise ending of your story!

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  5. Mandie Hines says:

    Hahaha “I only wanted to borrow a pencil.” I really liked this description, ” built along the lines of a bomb shelter.” And this one made me chuckle too “Got your stop watch.” Fantastic story!

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  6. julespaige says:

    Hmmm…never judge a bridge by it’s lack of cover? Or something like that 😉
    Guess that accountant shan’t be working for the ‘Bookie?’

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  7. Sheena says:

    Poor accountant. He’s never taking this route again.

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  8. Love the way you’ve added a light touch to a sinister tale! Brilliant.

    Click to read my PhoFic!

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  9. Vivian Zems says:

    Hahaha! Love it. Much ado to borrow a pencil! I don’t blame the guy for running off 🙂
    Great story 🙂

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  10. James says:

    It feels as if you’re switching perspectives back and forth from the first to third person. Was that deliberate or am I missing something?

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  11. Joy Pixley says:

    Menacing characters you’ve created there, picking on that poor accountant. Remind me to avoid running into any of your characters on a dark bridge!

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  12. I was expecting the worst! Surprise! 🙂

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  13. JS Brand says:

    The menace in this story is palpable. Unless I’m misjudging the narrator and Tam, I hope their antics were soon brought to a rude and permanent halt. The writing’s got to be good to stir up such strong feelings. We’ll done CE.

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